Floating Redwoods in the Early Morning
after the eclipse sings
after the crab nebula spins a supernova in my heart
after the memories
after the brilliant starry sky
constellations whispering like runes in a cryptic language
after one day maybe next week
after ice storms wrapping trees
after the stairs lead to blessings as well as sorrow
after the cellos harmonize to the prayer you used to sing
after the floating music of the waves
after the only conversation is to enjoy your own happiness
after your parents float through the tangible horizon
and their spirits have become part of you
because our lives are essentially a mystery –
floating redwoods in the early morning
and I have never been good with goodbyes
after the night kept getting foggier and foggier
and she flew through the corona of a distant sun
after she appeared in a lucid dream
singing the old folk melodies
as fires burned redwood trees,
releasing their seeds for the next generation.
— Diane Frank
